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Friday, December 21st, 2012

A Future in Plastics: David Humphrey’s New Paintings


David Humphrey: New Paintings at Fredericks & Freiser

November 28, 2012 to January 19, 2013
536 W 24th Street, between 10th and 11th avenues
New York City, 212-633-6555

David Humphrey, Pink Couch, 2012. Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 72 inches. Courtesy of Fredericks & Freiser

David Humphrey, Pink Couch, 2012. Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 72 inches. Courtesy of Fredericks & Freiser

David Humphrey is a jolly image-smasher.  Since the early 1990s he has been notable for paintings of surreal sexiness, postmodern snap, and painterly discrimination.  Overall, there has been a consistent trend from the small and dense to the large and loose.  Some of the loosest paintings yet are currently on display at Fredericks & Freiser; the thinning atmosphere might explain the space helmet on the astronaut who appears in a couple of them.

Wet gesture and windswept void have frequently invaded Humphrey’s sun-kissed suburban moonscapes, paint grammar vying flamboyantly with body and terrain.  But in Humphrey’s recent work, broom-sized gestures and dizzyingly thin expanses of acrylic glaze, hideous/gorgeous and outright quarrelsome, set the figures and their settings adrift in a storm.

In Scratcher (2012), for instance, a sleeping orange man has been severed by a huge blue-gray swipe that’s as feral as a Cy Twombly scrawl or an Albert Oehlen smear.  A zone of elegiac translucency surrounds the sleeper’s foreshortened, Transavanguardia-esque head and exposed nipple.  But the close harmony is shouted down by another huge swipe, this one icky-green, which dominates the upper right.  Below, a flagstone barbecue bolsters a black cat succubus who exacts vengeance on the orange man, or his sleeping bag, or body bag, as it continues past the gray swipe’s amputation.  The cat, whose eyes combust with infinitesimal fireworks, tracks bloody claw marks into the orange, reclaiming it from the calamity of abstraction.

Perhaps the artist’s own 1994 review of a Carl Ostendarp show (reprinted in his smart and lively collection, Blind Handshake) let this particular cat out of the bag:

His work encourages us to wonder if abstraction’s traditional aspiration to inhabit a space outside language has become a point of ridicule. Is a burlesqued form of that aspiration the new way of sustaining it?

And here is Humphrey in a complementary vein on Jörg Immendorff (2007):

Bigness, for Immendorff, was always complicated by crappiness, which, in the vernacular of ’80s German painting, indicated critical distance combined with a refined anarchistic connoisseurship; the artist must not show too much interest in the painting’s quality or risk betraying its radicality.

Put these two insights together and you get something like Humphrey’s new work: paintings that are acerbic and tangy, and resolve, if they do, only at a “critical distance.”  Which is the closest we can get, the paintings argue; nowadays it just isn’t possible to probe true feelings, even exalted ones, or base ones, without first seeing them for the mediated texts they really are.

Irony in Humphrey’s hands, though, is just a starting point for a risky and committed involvement with the karma of the medium.  I see him as a poster boy for the Democracy of Postmodern painting: Sure it’s the absolute worst form of art — except for all the others.  Humphrey’s “crappiness” is exactly what hones the claws of the cat in Scratcher.  She­ is desperate for a toehold at the very threshold of prowess.

Other paintings come down at different points along the spectrum of control, as if rehearsing the history of painterliness.  Kicking Back, (2012) is as cool and masterful as anything Humphrey has done, despite the aggressive presence of a huge brown smudge.  That’s because the smudge hovers within a hierarchy of signs: it can work as a POV depiction of one of those relaxing puffs after a tough day at the office, exhaled by the owner of the receding blue slacks (implicitly the viewer) who plays footsie with her Manolo Blahniks. The upturned floor’s consolidated whiteness, color-boosted with a yellow gradient, wafts the brown smudge right against our eyes, where it functions surprisingly well as Rembrandtian brush-smoke.

David Humphrey, Changing Sneakers, 2011. Acrylic on canvas, 72 x 60 inches. Courtesy of Fredericks & Freiser

David Humphrey, Changing Sneakers, 2011. Acrylic on canvas, 72 x 60 inches. Courtesy of Fredericks & Freiser

The fleshiest brushwork in the show, and also the most diagrammatic, can be found in The Red and the Blue, (2012) a complex homage to De Kooning, adapting the master’s signature late palette — with strategically placed eyeballs and tears, misregistered glyphs, leftover body crevices, and a possible fart joke added for spice.  Pink Couch, (2012) features, hanging over the furnishing of the title, a Magrittean painting within a painting.  The gag here is that this school-of-Resika landscape is stolidly fluffy while everything outside the frame is John-Wesley superflat, notably a cartoon cutie pie of color — a dubious composite, perhaps, of Manet’s Olympia and her African attendant, complete with cat.  (Is she teasingly covering up, or cowering?)

Humphrey is able to engineer pronounced stereo separation, in many of these paintings, between mess and mastery, between mimicry and mockery.  He dials it up to 11 in Changing Sneakers, (2011) which hurls an enormous abstract pile-up — Thomas-Nozkowski-meets-Amy-Sillman-as-crushed-by-John-Chamberlain —  at a light-struck figure shedding his photo-crisp Nikes.  But the determined young hunk lifts his eyes in another direction.

Everything about the clean-cut bantam in Changing Sneakers reminds me of Dustin Hoffman’s character, Ben, in The Graduate.  Humphrey himself invoked the iconic scene in which Ben is accosted with friendly career advice — “Just one word….Plastics” — in an essay on the sculptor Ian Dawson, who deforms plastic toys, just around the time of his own switch from oils to acrylics; his paintings ever since have been doing R & D on survival skills for “a world now more dramatically polymerized than anything those 1967 characters ever imagined.”

Acrylic surely has its weaknesses: it lacks, of course, the viscous, flesh-like luster of oils — also, for that matter, oil’s tendency toward mud, which in some hands is a renewable resource.  But Humphrey does not reject acrylic’s sickly pallor out of hand, and casts his lot with its plasticky strengths: chiefly, that it dries fast, allowing an artist with racing thoughts to stream consciousness.

David Humphrey, Scratcher, 2012. Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 72 inches. Courtesy of Fredericks & Freiser

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5 Responses to A Future in Plastics: David Humphrey’s New Paintings

  1. CAROL DIEHL says:

    Please don’t blame oil paint for mud! It is the most plastic, most resilient medium and, in the right hands, has no such tendency. In other words oil paint doesn’t make mud, people do.

  2. CAP says:

    And in defense of acrylics can I add that where the acrylic painter may need more body or tooth to a given pigment there are thickening gels to augment consistency, and where greater gloss is required, there are gloss mediums (and indeed matt mediums) that allow the acrylic painter to adjust this quality to finish?

    Yes acrylic does normally dry faster than oils, but where the acrylic painter might prefer to work a passage longer or slower (say in delicately blending tones), there are retarder mediums, which slow the drying, depending how much you add to the mixing solvent. These have, incidentally, an oily, viscous quality, not unlike washing-up liquid (which you could probably also try – if you’re in a Willem de Kooning mood for experiment…)

    But that said I generally agree with Brody’s assessment. For me, Humphery is brave for continually trying to accommodate more painterly qualities or issues in his work, for trying to frame painting in a pluralistic way – the Oehlen call seems particularly apt in this respect – but at the same time the mix rarely seems quite right – unlike Oehlen. It’s something to do with the content, which is either too programatic or too eccentric, perhaps personal. There’s either too much going on or not enough. It may be the price of over-ambition or just over-theorising.

    The quote on Immendorff is telling in that Humphery identifies why the artist cannot allow his style to get too close to socialist realism or even political cartoon and so backs into a ‘refined anarchistic connoisseurship’ or ‘crappiness’ (effectively distinguishes Neo- Expressionism from plain Expressionism) but fails to see that this nevertheless takes ‘an interest’ in painting’s qualities – although not conventionally, a ‘good’ or approved one. Even being ‘bad’ ends up taking a certain amount of ‘refinement’ as he acknowledges.

    For the postmodern or eclectic painter, the challenge would seem to be to show that ‘good’ and ‘bad’ depend on how they’re arranged, which content is allowed. But saying there are any number of goods or bads only presents the painter with too many, and at best the painter then tries to display a kind of arbitrary or fitful encounter. This seems to be the territory Humphery is intent on exploring, but I’m not convinced he’s entirely comfortable with it.

  3. David Brody says:

    No offence intended to either acrylics or oils. I like mud in oils, in the right hands. You could argue that Soutine or 50s de Kooning or Susan Rothenberg are never muddy, almost by definition — most people would. But rich, ripe mud is the matrix of life; which is precisely why expressionist painting, for me, can and must get muddy from time to time.

    As for acrylics, they are of course a more versatile medium than my short assessment above could credit. I worked in acrylics for 10 years. Paintings can be good or bad in both mediums, pretty much equally.

  4. McFly says:

    Changing sneakers reminds me of back to the future!!

  5. Norma Markley says:

    Fine piece of writing on a fine show.
    across the street shows on w.24th
    color:color northside:southside: edruscha(colors):davidhumprhey(colors)

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